Troum and Yen Pox – Mnemonic Induction
Transgredient
This disc shows the collaborative strengths of the German bliss-mongers Troum coupled with the menacing ambience of America’s Yen Pox, originally released by Malignant Records in 2000 and remastered for this re-release on Transgredient. Mnemonic Induction is a 63 minute journey divided into quarters, each track eating the tail of the next to make essentially one continuous dronescape, the whole a brooding and low-end masterpiece, splattered in melodic ruins, groans and percussive shivers.
Suggestive vanishing points shoot the synapses in swarming circulars, tug at the duvet of consciousness in rumbling halflings and misty apparition. It
sounds vast, inescapable, like a paulstretched
Les Rallizes Dénudés full of surging gravities that dangle you on claustrophobic hooks, swinging you between the chasm of waking and the tiny death of sleep.
Troum and Raison D’être – De Aeris In Sublunaria Influxu
Essence Music
Troum’s collaboration with
Raison D’être feeds the infernal machine further. Symphonic infinities with pearlescent glints of diffused ritual, drums and tubular chimes along a gathering expanse, an orchestral otherworldliness slipping into
a slo-mo waterfall of reverbed gongs and swollen sibilance.
Tasty accents overwritten in ohm-washed breakers as eastern dulcimers snip at the tailoring like early
Dead Can Dance. A considered pace that
milks the majestic capabilities of slowness to the max, dwarfs the listener, thrusts you into a comet-smeared cosmos that dances darkness and light.
If you like your drones deep and atmospheric, then these come highly recommended.
-Michael Rodham-Heaps-
This disc shows the collaborative strengths of the German bliss-mongers Troum coupled with the menacing ambience of America’s Yen Pox, originally released by Malignant Records in 2000 and remastered for this re-release on Transgredient. Mnemonic Induction is a 63 minute journey divided into quarters, each track eating the tail of the next to make essentially one continuous dronescape, the whole a brooding and low-end masterpiece, splattered in melodic ruins, groans and percussive shivers.
